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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n
Every year, hundreds of thousands of veterans and first responders transition from service into civilian life. It\u2019s a challenging time that often results in loss of identity and changes so significant it seems like they are changing planets. For our warriors to live the life of prosperity they deserve, they must rediscover their voice and tell their story. That is our Mission at The Heroes Journey.<\/p>\n As writers, we have learned about Joseph Campbell\u2019s Heroes\u2019 Journey to tell how our hero (or heroine) goes from the ordinary world at the beginning of a book to completing a mission to a successful ending. That is the same journey some of our military are taking to resolve the same kinds of changes in their lives: leaving the familiar world behind to be thrust into an environment of war and then to return home. Telling their story in order to understand the adjustment is a fitting use for the method so many of us use for our own storytelling. Except the results are more life-changing!<\/p>\n The Man of Her Dreams<\/strong><\/a> Buy link:<\/strong> Excerpt: A few moments passed while Cassandra considered what to say. People so often took her precognitions the wrong way. Finally, she screwed up her courage and turned to him.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is going to be hard for you to understand. I\u2019ve\u2026 seen you before. I\u2019ve had dreams for the past several weeks that feature you pretty prominently. I recognized you as soon as I saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n Dan glanced at her, incredulity plain on his face and then he chuckled. \u201cI have to admit, I don\u2019t think any woman has ever told me that she dreamed about me before. Not literally, anyway. You mean you had a dream about a guy like me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I mean I dreamed about you, you specifically. I know it\u2019s hard to believe, but it\u2019s true.\u201d She looked out the window to the side of the road, seeing only pines and a house here and there, in the growing darkness. Dan didn\u2019t speak immediately.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it you dream? Something enjoyable, I hope.\u201d His words were light but his tone made it clear that he wasn\u2019t happy with the subject.<\/p>\n \u201cActually\u2026\u201d She turned to look at him again, \u201cI\u2019m glad you asked, because I wondered how I was going to bring this up. I dream that you\u2019re dying. Drowning. You need to take special care around water.\u201d<\/p>\n Dan glanced at her again, his lips compressed and his eyes narrowed into slits. \u201cNot so pleasant then. Good thing I don\u2019t believe in that sort of stuff. I noticed you\u2019ve got California plates. The land of nuts, they say. No offense, but maybe there\u2019s some truth to that.\u201d<\/p>\n Cassandra glared at Dan. \u201cYou\u2019d do well not to toss around old clich\u00e9s and misconceptions, considering how many there are about the South. I appreciate your stopping and helping me as you have, but let\u2019s not go any further down this path of conversation.\u201d She lapsed into silence.<\/p>\n Fortunately, Dan didn\u2019t try to engage her in any more talk. She\u2019d have to consider how to bring up the subject of her dreams again when maybe he\u2019d be in a more receptive frame of mind. She hadn\u2019t traveled over three thousand miles to give up after one brush off.<\/p>\n After several minutes of tense silence, he pulled up in front of the Green Hills Inn. \u201cI\u2019ll wait here while you find out if they have a room.\u201d<\/p>\n Cassandra went inside, returning shortly with a key. Opening the back door to reach for her suitcases, she said, \u201cThanks very much, Dan. I can\u2019t tell you how much I appreciate all you\u2019ve done for me. Take care of yourself, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait a minute.\u201d Dan jumped out of the truck and grabbed her suitcases. \u201cI\u2019ll take these up for you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust get on inside, will you?\u201d he said harshly.<\/p>\n Cassandra scowled, but walked through the lobby to the elevators, where she jabbed the Up button. At room 410 she slid the keycard into the slot and opened the door just enough to admit herself. Turning, she wrestled her suitcases from Dan.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks again. Bye.\u201d<\/p>\n As she backed into the room and dropped her bags beside the bed, Dan put his hand against the door to stop it from closing and followed her in.<\/p>\n \u201cWait just a damn minute,\u201d Cassandra started, \u201cyou\u2019ve got no right to come into my room. Just because you helped me out doesn\u2019t give you any claims, and I\u2019ll thank you to leave. Now.\u201d Fire filled her tone. She\u2019d been single long enough to know how to take care of herself, but she was a little tired for a fight.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not asking for any claims, lady. I\u2019ve just got something to say to you, and I think it will be in your best interest to listen up. There\u2019re a lot of superstitious notions still believed by some people in the South, but most people are going to look at you like you\u2019re crazy if you go around telling them you\u2019ve been seeing and hearing things. And rightly so, to my way of thinking. So just a friendly word of warning. However long you\u2019re in my town, you\u2019ll get along better if you keep your little loony visions to yourself.\u201d He had stepped right up to her and looked directly down into her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cYour<\/em> town?\u201d She felt the heat from his body and his breath softly blowing her hair. Although she knew she was frowning and appeared in control, inside she trembled. Like a tug-of-war, he had the power to pull her closer while she fought to remain steady, cool, and calm. Or at least appear that way. With effort, she steeled herself.<\/p>\n \u201cMy<\/em> town, California.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPoint taken. Now you can leave. Or do you have any other words of wisdom to pass on?\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes fell to her mouth then slowly moved back up to her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve wanted to do this since I first saw you,\u201d he murmured. Grasping her shoulders, he lowered his head and kissed her, softly at first, but then harder as his body began to respond.<\/p>\n Without meaning to, Cassandra moaned, falling into the kiss as she leaned into him. His lips were soft and warm. He used them to massage hers and coax them into opening. His tongue was light on her lips, silky, brushing them as if to imprint their texture and form. She forgot for a moment that she had only known this man for a couple of hours.<\/p>\n Just as he tried to slip his tongue between her lips, she came to herself and pushed against him. She caught her breath and without thinking, slapped him hard across the face.<\/p>\n Shock filled his eyes, and then anger as he stepped back. She could see her handprint on his cheek and knew that it had to have hurt, because her hand hurt. Putting her fingers to her lips as though to erase his kiss, she stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope you enjoy your short<\/em> time in Greenwood and have a safe journey when you leave. Dill will take good care of your car. Goodnight, Ms. Hudson.\u201d He turned and stormed from the room. A minute later, alerted by the unmistakable noise from the diesel engine, she strode to the window and watched him pull away from the motel and onto the street.<\/p>\n Cassandra took her bag of toiletries into the bathroom and undressed for her shower. Although she was shaken from the kiss and her initial reaction to Dan Morgan, the water beating against her body helped relax her. By the time she had put on her soft cotton gown, she knew she could sleep.<\/p>\n However, she hadn\u2019t been in deep sleep very long before the dream started again.<\/p>\n Author Dee S. Knight:<\/strong><\/p>\n A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/p>\n After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! 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<\/a>THE HEROES JOURNEY<\/a>: WARRIORS FINDING THEIR VOICE AND TELLING THEIR STORY IN TRANSITION<\/p>\n
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\nA woman who has traveled thousands of miles searching for a tall man with brilliant blue eyes, a man she\u2019s been dreaming of for months. A man whose life is in danger\u2014or so the screwy woman having dreams and visions says\u2014but who doesn\u2019t believe for one minute in the occult. A man who has been thought dead for two years and who disappeared with a bundle in stolen cash. How will these three people come together? And who will be left standing at the end of their encounter?<\/p>\n
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\n<\/strong>\u201cWhat did you mean that after seeing me you thought you might be in the right place?\u201d<\/p>\n